Thursday, March 10, 2011

It smells like Spring here.Last October I planted nearly 200 bulbs. I am so excited to see what happens.A few of them have already peaked their heads through the frozen ground.And a few {ok, a bunch} have been eaten by Bambi and friends who venture to my lawn and eat the apples, and bushes in the night.I always like the Spring, but especially now, since my accident.To me, it means that life is new and fresh, I like to think that my Spring has already come.I, through the pain and turmoil have poked my head through itall and am emerging fresh and new.

{The family out for a Spring drive down by the lake. Pining away for sailing season.

I think Jane may need to go to the bathroom}

Last night, when I went outside to take the garbage out, I smelled Spring again.I don't think I can describe exactly what that smells like,other than it is a good and earthy smell.

When I came inside, something inside of me kind of cracked.I felt like doing a high-kick.The kind I learned in cheerleading years ago.So, I did it. It was awesome.I made my children watch, I did it again. They ooh-ed and ahh-ed.Then I yelled to Mr. Nielson to come and watch me.We screamed together. I never in a million years thought my burned un-flexible legs couldever make it up so high.

It is Spring, and now I can do a high-kick.Watch this, it cracks me up!